The Things I Remember

Chapter 1 James

This story takes place after Winter Soldier but pretty much before everything else. Also, I am throwing comic book accuracy to the wind which might just kill me but I'm going to try anyway because I've been wanting to write something like this for a while now. If you want to read something more accurate about black widow I wrote a book called The Black Widow(I've been told it's good but who knows). I hope you guys like this. Reviews and comments are welcome and VERY appreciated. Also please comment on any grammer or spelling issues.(I apologize in advance but I try to catch them before I publish)

(Also the chapter titles are whose perspectives it's in)

"Hey, James do you want to play a game after school today?" Luke asks, grinning as we walk back to class. His tie is undone and his jacket is slung loosely over his shoulder which is all totally against school dress code but that's Luke for you. 

"I do but you know I have to go home right after school. My mom..."

"Yeah, yeah I know your mom will freak out but the teams are uneven without you," He pleads, "Couldn't you just call her and ask."

I almost laugh at that. He wants me to call my mom. To be honest, I'm not positive she would even pick up unless it was my emergency number.  And I can't do that because that is for life and death emergencies not asking her if I can stay after school to play soccer. I could call my nanny but she won't let me do anything without my mom's permission so that's out too.

"I'm sorry. I know she won't let me," I shrug. We both stop walking because we reach his classroom.

He sighs and shakes his head before he goes in, "This sucks. Your mom is such a buzzkill. She never lets you do anything. She has to be the lamest person in like the whole world."

I shrug again and walk away to keep him from seeing the smile on my face. My mom is anything but lame. He just doesn't know her like I do.

I walk down the hallway slowly. Mostly because I don't want to go back to class but also because I'm thinking. Why shouldn't I be able to stay after school to play a game of soccer? That's what normal kids do and Mom is always saying how she wants me to live as normally as I can, that is why I have to go to this stupid school. Technically it's a school for gifted children but everyone is still mostly stupid. 

I am the very last one to walk into the classroom and the teacher scolds me but I don't really pay attention. She is trying to be scary but it isn't working. I know for a fact that there are much scarier things in the world than an angry teacher. 

I slide into my desk without a word even though the teacher is very clearly waiting for an apology. After a long and what I am sure is a very awkward pause she gives up and starts the lesson. I fake paying attention as I let my mind wander. Usually, I don't like where it goes but I really can't control it. My head is too full of memories and it's hard not to get lost in them. Sometimes I like to go back to my favorites. Like the first time, I saw my mom's face(my real mom, not my mom now, although that isn't an all bad memory either). There was only light at first and it was cold. I didn't like it so I screamed and then there was this warmth. I was confused but I liked it. When I finally opened my eyes and saw her everything was better. I didn't have the words for it at the time but I knew her, there was a vague recognition and I felt safe. I didn't mind the light or the cold because it was her face, the first face I ever saw, the last loving face I would see for a very long time. I didn't have the words for it back then but now I can describe what I saw. She had light brown hair, just like mine plastered to her face with sweat. She stared down at me with this clear brown eyes that I could see right through(not like mine, mine are green). She hugged me so close and smiled down at me but she was crying. For a long time I never really understood that. I didn't know what I had done to make her cry.